Supreme Magus Legion20 Novels & Stories

"The night is cold, and the moon is shining beautifully tonight. I guess the goddess must be smiling down upon us, eh?" "Let's just get this delivery over with. I always hate coming out here every now and then," the Legion's comrade said, looking displeased after what he said. "If we leave early, let me treat you to something interesting. I hope you're not opposed to boys? Or are you female exclusive?" The Legion's comrade pursed his lips as he looked at his comrade, his head shaking with the gentle strides of the horse he rode. "Your debauchery knows no bounds," the Legion shook his head. His comrade laughed and looked behind them.

Rex announced after his conversation with Fafnir concluded, which only took seconds. “Well…spill it,” Marcia said a little over eagerly and loudly, even Markus’s seemed to perk up, he was sure he was about to witness another piece of unbelievable magic he had only begun to see when he joined the inner circle of the emperor, magics only being possible by the Magnus family. He was so sure nothing was able to be done now, Ulna was on the precipice of fully gone now and yet, even now, Rex claimed he may be able to save the skylark, he was doubtful even Rector would have tried something this far along.

Legion's energy signature was that of a Heavenly Realmer; however, the strength behind his grip belonged to a peak Noble! "Are you a Body Wielder?" Frederick wondered. That was the only way Legion's unusually high strength could be explained. Only body wielders were this strong. "I am," Legion admitted. "I see," Frederick rubbed his chin in thought. Then he asked the second question which had propped up the moment he saw Legion's face. "Are you from the Mainland?" Frederick wondered. Legion's features were vastly different from the average man in the Mainland. Frederick had not seen someone as hairy as Legion; and he wondered if Legion was even from this part of the world.

“[Sky Storm]!” The sky turned dark, lightning could be seen in the clouds and thunder roared following them. Some of the lightning struck the ground and caused it to shake as well. A magic that came from her own name. A custom Supreme Magic, the highest tier of magic, capable of affecting a massive area. It was the first that Akame witnessed something of this scale. “So, Red Cardinal, can you win?” Akame took a deep breath. She took off her cloak and got rid of her bag. Then Akame raised her sword and created tentacles made of the blood that came out of her arm. The blood tentacles pointed their sharp tips at Skystorm in preparation for another confrontation.

Albus said with a sad shake of his head. “Why are they so evil?” I asked Albus. “To understand that, you need to know about the two factions of Magic,” Albus said. “One faction is the Order of the Magic of the Light,” He continued as we reached the porch. It was already dark outside but lamp poles arranged around the house illuminated the front and back yard. “While the other faction was the Legion of the Magic of the Dark, the Legion uncovered the traces of a forgotten ancient god of the darkness. The power was intoxicating but the price to wield such powers came at a great price. The sacrifice of all things that represent purity and light.”

When he was thinking about telling the truth, no one believed him. "Senior, how did you manage to kill Heavenly Insect Dark Races at Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm?" Master looked at Lucas in confusion. There was still no change on Lucas' face. He smiled calmly. "Because..." He put Apocalyptic Legion out of System Space, adding, "Because I've integrated Apocalyptic Legion." "What?" Everyone in the hall looked at Apocalyptic Legion. They found that there was no aura of Human Beings in Apocalyptic Legion. Instead, it was the aura of zombies!

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

Gloria then asked, "Which legate do you like the most?" Without hesitation, Phillip answered, "I like War Legate Draco, but I admire War Legate Dominus the most." “What’s the difference?" Gloria asked further. "I like Sir Draco because he accomplished the most feats despite being in position for the shortest period. He ushered in a new era without Internal Affairs and even placed Monarch Crystal into power." "And War Legate Dominus?" "Sir Dominus is the youngest war legate ever to take office, and he's also the most powerful one, surpassing even War Legate Draco. Shortly after he was instated, he single-handedly fought against the Eight Hollows and successfully killed six of them.

He looked like an ordinary human in his early twenties. “Hehe,” the man chuckled and said, “Now that you’re without comrades and the formation, you can only fight with the strength of the Sovereign Third Rank. How are you going to stand a chance against me?” James looked at the man and asked, “What’s your name, and where are you from?” “I’m Ladon Yushar from the Supremusseum.” The Central Plane’s strongest forces included the Elysium Hall, Supremusseum, Valiant Alliance, Dieux Academy, Ancient Clan’s Immortal Mountain, Salubergh, Jerneeja Valley, Thunder Shrine, Spiritual Palace, and Sword Alliance.

she hummed, a swirl of a dark cloud dancing around her fingertips. Legion remained stoic, steady eyes searching hers with the utmost displeasure. A foot apart from the witch seemed to be drowning his senses in the foul stench by which dark magic left. Something that displeased both him and Xeric. "If I did desire a play of magic into certain things, I would certainly not be foolish enough to opt for the darkest of its kind," Legion gritted, lifting his gaze from the witch. His eyes darted to the closed door, "Not while you hold a prisoner behind this very door."